Hey You

What are the two words that a girl will say to a man when she’s experiencing a vague craving for sex with him?

Reader Vagitarian asks for some game advice:

I need some advice from CH readers! I’ve been doing my best as the article states to become the ladies man I’ve always pictured myself being. I’m now bedding more and better quality women.

My sis has a hot-9 friend that just broke off an engagement. I’ve always had a crush on her and I know she eyes me from time to time. Especially since I rejected her approaches years ago – had a girlfriend at the time (was being beta but the rejection was so alpha). Our paths never cross, but we are both going to my sis’ wedding in the next few months. To spark things up I contacted her on FB where she likes every second post or picture I put up. I’ve never msged her or liked anything of hers… ever.

Me: Hey I didn’t know you guys have a plane? You get to fly it much?!

-Same day-

Her: Hey you! How’s it going? And yes my dad flies…blah blah …I do once a month or so.

Her: Yeah, blah blah.. You back in the city too? Soooo excited for your sisters wedding in a few months!!! You bringing a hot date?!

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How long should I wait to reply and what should I say? Do I avoid her last question completely or should I suggest that I’m going alone with full intentions of nailing her or any other of my sister’s ridiculously hot friends?

I’m usually pretty good at the indifferent txt/fb game but I feel like I’m over thinking shit here. In the past if I made a mistake I wouldn’t give a shit but I really want to bed this one!! What do I say and how do I form it guys? Thank for the help!!

Reader Newly Aloof responds,

Her: Bringing a hot date?
You: It’s complicated.

Anytime I’ve ever had a girl respond to me with “Hey You” I knew she was dtf. Something about Hey You.

This is so true that I don’t even… I can’t even…. odds or evens. There really is something predictably revealing about “hey you” when a girl uses it. As with Newly Aloof’s observation, I’ve yet to meet a girl who dropped the “hey you” greeting on me who didn’t eventually show keen interest in becoming an intimate partner in grime. It’s especially revealing when you hear a girl say “hey you” rather than reading it in text. Typically, she will sing-song the phrase…

hey yoooooo

…like a vocal fry on steroids. And perhaps accentuate her delivery with a cute hunched shoulder, upturned head, full body mini-hop, eyes glimmering like C-beams.

It’s as if the two words “hey” and “you”, melodically concatenated for synergistic effect, are the symptomatic verbal goosebumps of the warm chill caused by her engorging labia.

Anyhow, to answer Vagitarian’s game-related question, “It’s complicated” is a fine reply. “We’ll see” and “The usual. My harem” also would work. Krauser’s suggestion — “Behave…or it’s the naughty corner for you young lady…” — is good, too, especailly as a tactic for luring the girl to parry and sustain the conversation. Don’t worry so much about how long to wait to reply. If you reply like a man with options, it won’t matter how long you wait.

UPDATE

Commenter Revo Luzione adds,

Yeah, I’ve noticed that too. It’s code for ” Hey (I want to bang) you!” It’s funny when it comes from women from work or other people that are supposed to be “off limits.”

It’s fun knowing what women are really thinking. Every time you hear the “hey you” greeting from girls, it’s like seeing the tumbling green code in The Matrix, except it’s not green code, it’s pink pussies.

Also, Straw Game has expanded to even rawer straw game. The cock straw. If you find yourself in possession of a cock straw pillaged/received from a bachelorette party it is your due diligence to run aggressive sip stealing straw game on any and all cute girls (not just the bachelorette squad). I guarantee you will slay pussy. No opener needed…

Actually as you have a GED, you probably have *learned* far, far more than those with bachelors, masters, and ph.d.’s!

These are the books one can return to time and again throughout life, visiting different translations!

And many reference one-another, as members of the community of eternal souls, carrying on Man’s greatest conversations.

When men lay down their buttcocking ways and stop pursuing material wealth and buttcockingz and devote themselves to improving their Souls by reading the Greats, then shall the renaissance begin!

For you see, man’s greatest asset is not the ability to make buttcocked asses tingelzlozlzzl and buttcock asses, but it is His Divine Soul.

There is a reason that Zeus is the Father of the Sky, and Hera Earth. Mother comes from mater which means material. And women have ever offered a portal on down to the material, to the base and carnal. Hence the Sirens in Homer’s Odyssey which lure men onto the perilous rocks of buttehxt, and Circe the witch who transforms men into Pigs. Odysseus stands up to her (her shit test), draws his sword, and instead of the turning him into a pig, she invites him into bed. And so too, instead of pursuing women on down and becoming buttehxting pigs, one would be wise to stand tall, reading the Great Books for Men.

Read the Greats–Shakespeare, Homer, the Bible–each and every day. Partake in the Grand Heritage of Your Fathers! Seek to weigh their wisdom for yourself, and improve the soul. And you too, shall see, day by day, that Jesus’s greater glory lies not in the blind worship the churchians teach, but in the realization that while the Great Books are Great, He is the Greatest. I invite ye to pick up the Great Books, and see it for yerself, as every true man must.

And then shall illegitimacy be conquered, when men regain their true thrones.

the churchian theory is that if enough betas learn how to serve gina and butt tinzgzlzzlzozooz over god, then there will be so much buttehxt that the sheer energy will create a massive black hole, and all of feminism will be sucked into it, leaving the two-parent family and traditional morality intact.

GBFM is sneaky. He lozlzzzls you into inattention, then sticks the tip in:

On this pretty Easter Sunday, I would like to point out that the Marxist Communist Bolsheviks destroyed religion in the Soviet Union by abolishing and banning it.

Because the Soviet Union failed and exiled all the Bolsheviks after millions were murdered in the name of communism, the Bolsheviks could not do the same thing again in their new countries. And so they invented feminism, neoconservatism, and postmodernism and used them as battering rams against the souls of the churches and universities. This way, they could abolish religion while not only leaving the church and university buildings standing, but they could actually use the churches to abolish and destroy the Spirit of Christianity, and teach its very opposite from the pulpits like Driscoll at al.

Jesus predicted all of this, as such is the way of the world in Matthew 23, just before the Scribes and Pharisees made sure he would be crucified–imagine speaking the following words to your feminist minister and the fate you would suffer–then you would better understand the Spirit of Easter

…

Well, the true meaning of Easter is the Resurrection of the True Ideals of Christianity.

And that belongs not to the institution–not to the church–but to the Man.

For Christ himself had no fancy building nor exalted altar, but only his words and honor.

Christ stated that he was not king of this world, but rather the King of the world of Ideals.

And that Kingdom has ever been the domain of Man. Man’s greatest asset, which he so often forgets these days, is not the knowledge of game to gain him asses lzzlozoz, but knowledge of the Great Books for Men–the unified symphony that begins with Homer and Moses and progresses to Socrates and Jesus–exalted by Dante et. al on down the line.

And Christ invites you to celebrate Easter as your Fathers did, not to man up and marry the sluts as your pastor prescribes, but to Man Up and read the King James Bible for yourself.

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And the greater salvation for all the men coming of age is not to be found in gaming deosuled, berankified, debt-laden womenz, but it is to be found in honoring the classic, epic ideals.

The classic, epic, exalted ideals will not make a woman’s butt nor gina tingelzozlzozo, and thus, at the end of the day, following the classic, epic exalted ideals is not only the highest form of of life, but it is the highest form of fallen game too, for it simply does not answer, respond to, nor is dictated by butt and gina tinglelzozlzzlzozlzzlzozl. And there is no greater game than that–not even wearing furry hats, negging, and wasting your invaluable time on this earth in playing texty-texty games with those incapable of exalted ideals, just to serve your baser, biological callings which so often voluntarily imprison one to the state and its small-souled dictators.

As Jesus died for you, so too was He reborn for you. Do not call is “teahcings” noise as so many churchians do. Do not falsely suppose that he came to abolish the law of Moses, but understand that he came to Fulfill it. Understand that Jesus saw noble pagans as his brothers and false preachers as his enemy, when he stated “there are those who are saying they do not go, who go; and there are those who say they are not going, who end up going.” For Jesus, unlike the false preachers, judges us not by the sect of our faith alone, nor the color of our church, but by our *actions*.

So Man Up, pick up a couple translations of the Bible, of Homer, and Virgil, and read all Your Fathers and Brothers today, and exalt in a Renaissance of the Great Books for Men.

I bet every beta male has at least one Hey You girl in his circle and he can’t see through the matrix to know it’s an invitation.

In my blue pill days I had a DTF indication from a big-breasted hottie that was so fuckin’ blatant, yet I didn’t take it (I’ll get to that in one of my Beta Male Memories posts eventually), but I still think about it some 9 years later and hit myself in the head for it.

7 years ago I had just about learned that it was a significant come-on, but in my naive youth passed on the opportunity as her boyfriend at the time (a guy I met only a couple of times briefly) was out with us for the night, and he was very good friends with my friends.

I’m glad I got off my high horse soon after / stopped giving a fuck, and had her stripping down to her lingerie soon after. The following weekend I think it was…!

I only realised it was a magic phrase because there were a couple of other IOIs from her, and those together with the ‘hey you’ was the moment that the penny dropped.

Whenever I have heard it since its reminded me of that occasion all those years ago.

So sieze the mother-fucking day! It’s good its been outlined here, because as you say there will be plenty of guys who down realise the invitation it conveys, and yes, it’ll happen a lot with girls that may enter or are already in their social circle. And with girls you may not have expected otherwise.

I’d never thought about the “Hey you” thing, but it’s true, and looking back on it, it was true as long ago as the early eighties. Makes you wonder… and yeah GBFM, you’re right as always. When are you going to admit that you’re really Victor Davis Hanson, anyway?

try not think about how many bangs you’re let slip past, just stop letting it happen. the sheer volume beggars the mind once you see the ones available right this instant. i woke up probably at about 32 years old and took a few years to get up to speed and there is an endless stream of younger and better available girls out there. i’m f’ing 40. insanity.

When you actually have something of value to say other than baseless ad hominem attacks, please do not respond to my posts. I’m surprised at your constant hostility at me..what did stepdaddy not hug u at night or what

We damn men — including yourself, if that’s you in the pic — understand that it’s okay, when the circumstances are right (e.g. young/hot/tight/nice mom, widowed mom, abandoned mom, etc), to raise another man’s kid.

Yep.

If you disagree, then go torch an orphanage. You’re part of the cult.

But by all means, keep the attacks coming — this alpha loves to fight.

That’s great. My now-married ex high school g/f dropped “Hey you” on me when she friend requested me on FB. I accepted her request but am not about to deal with her, what with the lousy pictures and all..

Reading an encyclopedia entry into a small gesture is part of the program here (and part of the charm). It doesn’t matter how true it is, just how clever the theory. And you risk a thousand hisses with your scoffing at Moses proclaiming a new tenet from a freshly carved tablet.

In other words, a cigar is never just a cigar. There are always redder pills to swallow.

so i aske dteh nurse, “how is it that the cenrtal bank can create debt out of thin air and den cgahagr inetrest on it funding wars and fmeinsisnzmz and bostionrtoonz? and aborititonz? and why do christians never speak out agianst abortion, nor sosodomy, nor the detah of marriage and fatherhood? Why do chcistians instead kneel down before game, as if moisisntening buttcocked womenz’ gina walls is the greatest glory higher dan chirst ieven? lzozlzlozoozo?”

and the school nurse injected me with a ritalin addeorlloololzolzoz cocktail

and it felt good goodd godod and made me go lzozozozlzozlzl all dayz longz zlzlzlzoozlz

and ever since den

i talked like thiss and shsook and shaked when i typex d zlllzozlzozl as i get eixicieted dat i see and hear and see thingsz that noboy else see nor hears

One thing that I haven’t really done well in the past is have something at my pad that women would find interesting, like a collection of scenic pictures or art for instance. That way when you get the Hey you! you can automatically escalate into getting isolated with her by working your art/photos/odd collection of medieval torture devices so you can invite her over to look at it. cooking also helps, learn how to cook one thing really well. I openly proclaim to be the best steak and veggie griller in the world. LOL one time I even got a babe over by asking her to help clean my pad. heh.

One question for the group, having trouble turning SNL’s into FWB’s. Anyone have any suggestions on how I could get better at this. I have no trouble pulling chicks but getting them into my FWB zone is difficult for me. I have little contact with them and they usually dont contact me again. If I send them a hey whats up and usually get cold responses. Or they seem warm for a few days and then it gets cold. For whorefinder, no I havent tried CLOWN RAPE.

I have no trouble pulling chicks but getting them into my FWB zone is difficult for me. I have little contact with them and they usually dont contact me again. If I send them a hey whats up and usually get cold responses. Or they seem warm for a few days and then it gets cold.

I think you need to work more on washing the stench of beta out of your soul. I suspect that’s what’s happening.

Reminds me of that Seinfeld episode “the Maid” where Jerry hires a maid, then starts fucking her, and she gradually stops cleaning his place but he’s still paying her and fucking her—“What am I paying for?”

“I have no trouble pulling chicks but getting them into my FWB zone is difficult for me. I have little contact with them and they usually dont contact me again. If I send them a hey whats up and usually get cold responses. Or they seem warm for a few days and then it gets cold.”

Usually this is the result of one of the two ends of the spectrum (I don’t know you well enough to guess which one it is). Either:

1) You’ve got some beta in you that still seeps out and you do a little too much “romantic” stuff and the chick worries you’ll be a Stage 5 needy clinger type. You can fix this by dropping some comfort/rapport stuff about not looking for a serious relationship, not being boyfriend material, being too busy with work etc. to have a relationship that’s anything more than casual, make sure not to try to see them more than once a week, etc. Basically to counter the clingy vibe.

Or 2) You’re so far into the aloof/SNL zone that girls assume you have no interest in them beyond sex and they’re getting Buyer’s Remorse and feeling like you don’t REALLY want to see them again, you just want a fuck-hole. You can fix this by building more comfort/rapport, especially after sex. Stuff like qualifying them (“you know I don’t let many girls stay over, I usually make up having a fake business meeting in the morning, but you’re fun to talk to…not many girls genuinely make me laugh.”) and using Riker’s 3 Rules (google it), txting them a “had fun get home safe sexy” txt after they leave after banging, try to arrange to meet up with them at least once a week, etc.

Like I say, they’re two ends of the spectrum. I don’t know which one you lean more towards, but you should be able to figure that out yourself and start adjusting from there.

Thanks for the reply, definitely gives me a direction to go and gives me something to work on. Being raised by my “well intentioned” mother to be a supplicating beta has made my journey in life more difficult than it needs to be in every area. I’ve made a lot of progress though.

I SNL’ed the last one from a dating site, the 11th one so far; 3 or 4 have turned into short term FWBs. I did the hope you get home safely morning after text, a few more that night but I could tell she was cold by then. If it wasn’t for this site, paultheking, and Tyler at RSD I’d be a hopeless choad with zero sex life.

All good, don’t stress it too much. We all lost chicks at the start…the important thing is that you figure out where things are consistently breaking down and try mixing up what you do there till you get it to work.

If they’re eagerly jumping into bed (vs it being a major uphill battle to go from the couch to actual sex) then somewhere between “about to have sex” and “the next day” is your sticking point which narrows it down. If its a battle to get them to actually have sex then they’re going cold because your pre-sex stuff was probably one of those two extremes I talked about and they went thru with it eventually because they were horny but they got buyer’s remorse quickly afterward.

Just some stuff to consider and look at for consistent patterns. Read up on disarming LMR and preventing Buyer’s Remorse, there may be something in there that helps you out.

Interesting observation, now thinking back to if and when I’ve said it… at least I now know TO say it if I am DTF 🙂

question: since i have become the “reformed skank” and havent had sex in like a year and wont until im in a stable relationship or one where there is an understanding of that.. etc. does this work – like when you are ready to take it to the next level after X mos of dating? or is this just for casual sex?

Also = astute comment about “if beta’s” knew – gd the number of clueless men i have seen just NOT get it, like dude that chic wants you – this needs to be screamed from the rooftops! for the beta’s sake of course 🙂

Bareback in monogamy. Studied public health in DC where 1 in 5 have HIV. I’m basically a walking condom dispenser – preaching safe sex around the world (and sunscreen! Keeps your skin young and cancer away)

Bareback is for clean women, rubbers for dirty ones. If you’re going to put your dick in her mouth without a rubber and/or go down on her, why bother using one for her twat? Condom-dispensing skanks are telegraphing that they have dirty cunts.

uh huh. or women who wanna be and stay clean. you dont believe in health promotion? weird.

doc says im clean as a whistle 🙂 and hey no one asked you to stick your cock in anyones mouth.

I never said I didn’t have sex outside monogamy. I said I did and in those cases I used condoms. Or if I was off BC while monogomous, of taking anti biotics while on BC and monogomous or bc its just cleaner – literally – you know that sht drips out of you all over the place – can be quite messy! I know married couples who use condoms. MY PARENTS use condoms.

Judgemental and narrow minded are we? what should I expect? yeaaa youre gunna end up with some bastard kids and hep c. Have fun w that 🙂

but… i really dont like knowing that much about my parents sex life, it is a bit sketch but they both believe that sex is a healthy, natural activity that not only helps keep a marraige together, maintains intimacy and bonding but is also a wonder stress reliever and not a bad work out,

I don’t mind having the same view about sex or being raised in a home where it was not a “closed door” topic. Both my parents encouraged me NOT to just sleep with one person (they didnt say fuck the football team either). I stayed a virgin waaay passed what they wuold have expected. My mom know its been about a year since i had sex and she encourages me, says its healthy, mood enhancing but mostly it is NATURAL and your body reacts poorly when you arent having it

so, tell me rougue sir. in your mind i have no out. i am 30, slept with some people while not in a monogomous relationhips. I LIKE SEX. I make no secret that I like it.

I stopped seeing someone a year ago, made the decision not to fuck anyone else till i met someone i could be seriousl with, I havent.

My health… my mood.. my overall well being – well yah i was def way more smily at work when i started each day with a quaking orgasm. .duh. so, what? what is YOUR answer. BC it seems to you have these choices:
1. Roll over and die
2. Pray that some practically deformed mentally deficient beta w a small dick takes pity on me and marries me.
3. Just… give up the whole chastity thing, you aint never finding anyone of quaility do may as well get some good ass while your rolling over and dying.

Oh – you were saying that the world could have been saved the horrors of my existance had my parents used a condom one freaky 4th of july in 1982 on fire island…. I see. well i guess the qualudes took over and i ended up being born, One more burden to this world.

One more person who sholuld never have been born (or be killed? you want me dead? thats just mean, kinda makes me think you’re the. one who… well God has his reasons…)

And anyway, who DOESN”T love left overs? I know I will enjoy the men of mariages past much more than the single moms filled with anger and destitute bc instead of building a career they relied on a man and oops, he got bored. and now you are all alone 😦

So when you only rode one cock per night did you consider that a monogamous evening?

Newsflash, if you’ve ever had more than one mans penis inside of one of your body cavities, you ain’t monogamous, no matter whene on the time-space continuum such penetration of your orifices occurred.

The average american women is a time-lapse gangbang. Speed that shit up and it would look like this:

my ancestors? my parents who encourged me to be MORE promiscuos? or like …. the jews in general… who i mean, cmon i said in my earlier post that i would never cheat like Eve did on Adam. My ancestors were flawed just like each of on this earth are.

low and pathetic? the likes of me? people like me? ummm maybe. so i cant just not have sex, be chaste, not tempt nor give into temptation but i have to shout from the rooftops i am low and pathetic??

“Both my parents encouraged me NOT to just sleep with one person (they didnt say fuck the football team either). I stayed a virgin waaay passed what they wuold have expected. My mom know its been about a year since i had sex and she encourages me, says its healthy, mood enhancing but mostly it is NATURAL and your body reacts poorly when you arent having it”

you sound REALLY angry. Why is that? been a while for you to? backed up? why so much hate for someone you dont know who btw – everyone just ignored the question and jumped to = you are a slut, how many dicks etc.

Did i ask for respect? I don’t know I guess. How can I ? How can anyone say who they WILL be. I can only say what i am today, what my values are and how I am implementing them. and the hiatus.. its not a hiatus if it doesnt end, it becomes a change in lifestyle

“are you asking how many men have i been with? (not at the same time – not outside monogamy – just in general?)”

No, I was asking how many gang bangs you had, at least as a “woman”, though as noted elsewhere on the site, you seem to be striking a pose, so there’s no need to answer the question, at least before your final operation, of course.

she encouraged me to explore different options bc she herself did not have that opportunity and wish she had, always felt… regret about that. never took away from the strength of my parents’ marriage. It just made her feel ignorant i guess.

it was very much about “knowing who you are and what you want from a man and out of life and it is much more difficult to know that if you dont experience anything besides one thing. like how do you know what your fav food is if you have only ever eaten pasta – BUT you know there are other foods out there – wuld you not wonder, what if?

jews dont believe in sin, confession or our souls being damaged by the things we have done. unlike christians jews dont believe that we ever lose gods love. there are other ways our misdeeds are accounted for but my soul? it is completely at ease.

It was an anology. i personally hate pasta but.. i understand YOUR ignorance. its been made clear.

so what are cocks? what makes them so importatnt (ahahaha i am asking this to a man, men, who think they and their dicks are GODS GIFT… no they arent).

Why are cocks not like pasta? ok. or like anything that you know is out there but you havent tried and always wonder if things could be better if you had?

have you not had this feeling? or are you such an imbicile that you are completely content sitting in your trailor parked outside a nuclear power plant, eating pasta every day and playing solitaire your whole life?

Hey dickhead, I have kids and the current social milieu is mindbogglingly destructive, and I have nothing but contempt for anyone who attempts to defend it. If you like it fine, I know i enjoyed it when I was in the game, but don’t try to defend it. It’s evil

Even your ineffable spelling habit lapsed in the space of a handful of comment posts. Which is it? “God,” “god,” or “G-d”?

You are the prodigal daughter and you know it is time to get out of the chora makron (the “far country” or “outer darkness”), time to slink back home, time to stop slopping around with the pigs. Your Father always welcomes you back no matter what, because she “once was lost and now is found.” He will give you his own cloak, put a ring on your finger, and kill the fatted calf, overjoyed at your return.

It is not too late for you, don’t be deterred for one second by these little runts who have invested themselves in the certainty of your demise and, worse, who want to revenge themselves for their wrecked youth on you. You don’t deserve deliverance from your mistakes, none of us deserve it, but there it is waiting for you anyway. Go to it.

This is impossibly good news for you, and we tend to disbelieve the impossible. We are vulnerable to despair because we know we deserve punishment. If it isn’t supplied by another, we punish ourselves. Jews are experts at this guilt-driven masochism, having long since over-egged the pudding of mercy in favor of bitter justice “though the heavens may fall.” Christianity corrected that.

Wait. What happened to “I have desire to only see, suck, fuck, lick and stick the same prick for the rest of my life”? Or are you hoping Michael Phelch pops the question? So much for the “reformed” part of “reformed skank.”

You know, the first step to getting your hole out of a hole is to stop digging. You are not damned. Not yet. You’re just in the process of damning yourself. Despair sends you back to the old dry well. It doesn’t help that your residual Jewessness convinces you not to taste the living water poured out for your permanent quenching.

No never have never will never wanted to never ever entertained the idea of “group…” whatever. Sex is an act bt two people where they share intimacy that doesn’t exist in any other sphere of life.

I like those, those intense moments (or sometimes way longer than moments 🙂 ) of pure intimacy + added benefit of physical pleasure, stress relief and over all state of general well of post coital bliss

you have either watched too much porn, been severly damaged as a child bc sex was demonized as a horrible sin since you were a kid, cery scorned or – we simply have a difference of opionion. You feel one way, i feel another.

We will never ever ever (nor two like us) wed or even fuck – during my skank days – i have pretty high standards regardless of the … situation.

So, whats the point? you say im a slut and i say something else and blah blah. who is right and who is wrong? if you say it is you then you are going against god, bc you have not been given the privilage of making that claim. but go ahead.. tell me how right you are – i would never dream of insisting my view was better or correct bc i reall i have no fucking clue ( i do know, after this convo – it is not the same as yours – thats about it though)

Confessing the sins of the past. “I just had”. Wait nope that was just the fantasy I was using to finger fuck myself. Or you gunna say not only should women not have sex but not have orgasm in general while not married?

I guess I am a cliche or may be viewed as one. You could (would) say I was hamsteurbating (I only do one kinda “-eurbating” – hey it’s been a year, a lil self love gunna make me blind too?). I always wanted a husband and kids (I am a pretty ace cook, bgan young, I remember at about 9 or 10 years old being like – my mom is a great cook! I need to learn this so I can do this for my husband too- she got married at 29 btw).

I just didn’t want to be married at 24. I knew I wasn’t ready, that I wouldn’t make a good wife and that I plan on only getting married once and that age i had doubts. Starting a marraige bc it is “the right time” or ” he’s a good guy” – my friends are already getting divored at 30 who thought taht way – shittier or better than my situ?

So, I hamsteurbated staying single – the rationalization: knowing my SMV would decrease as I aged, I would rather be a good wife to someone I loved, a good mother who didnt resent her kids because they “took her youth” (you never get it back you know – you can only be 21 once, you never feel the excitement, thrill of life, like you do in you, you are only young once. you can be a good mother and wife forever). I understand what i may have lost bc of this. do i regret it? No.. As unhappy and unfullied I feel i would feel the same but for different reasons if I did when I was younger. Ideally i would like to have been hitched at 28 and have a bun in the oven now., but this aint the garden of eden eh, and my son wont kill his brother out of spite and i wont have an affair with some other dude and i wont eat an apple that i am not allowed to)

Pissing away your sexual capital was your choice. Don’t expect a bailout, you ain’t AIG. If you’re lucky you’ll find a doughy beta with a touch asbergers and asthma to keep you in company and bacon during your twilight years.

You bitches made your own bed, and I for one plan on relishing your wrinkled and barren misery.

Plus if you do find someone willing to plant their low value seed in the rocky soil of your aging uterus, your kind can resent you instead for the poor genetic material you had to resort to to create them, not to mention the degraded eggs you saved to created them after flushing all the prime ones down the toilet along with your fetid, cad curdled period blood, the tears of a misspent and maligned womb.

I’m sure your future shit-spawn will be much happier knowing mammy didn’t waster her twenties having babies and being a mother, she instead spent her youth wisely on things of eternal value like jello shots and magic beans.

Lyrics:
Hey you, out there in the cold
Getting lonely, getting old
Can you feel me?
Hey you, standing in the aisles
With itchy feet and fading smiles
Can you feel me?
Hey you, dont help them to bury the light
Don’t give in without a fight.

I came very close to telling you that I say that all the time, and the reason is that I’m awful with names.

(I really am. It’s one of my worst handicaps. You can introduce yourself to me, and your name is gone by the time I’ve finished telling you my own. I’ll remember your face; I’ll remember our conversation; I’ll remember random details like what cologne you were wearing. I just won’t remember your name.)

But then I realized…when I don’t remember someone’s name, I say, “Hey there!” not “Hey you!”

And I spent some time thinking about it, and…the last time I did say “Hey you,” it was, indeed, to someone I found attractive. (It’s not going to happen for a number of reasons.) I believe there was also a fake-punch to the shoulder that went along with it.

So…I guess you’re right. And I also guess I’m going to have to winnow that particular phrase out of my lexicon.

How could you bring up concessions at this late hour? There’s no snacking after seven. Yes, men tend to know what point they are going to be making when they begin talking. And with that, I cede the floor to Dan and bid you good night.

Sounds about right, and not offensive to women at all. The goal of male conversations tends to be for each to understand the others’ ideas. The goal of female conversations tends to reaching a conclusion through the sharing of information and bouncing ideas off one another.

Well i think that point of any comunication is to reach a conclusion- male or female, no matter and the difference is in ways of achieving it.

female’s starting position is reaching consensus, while male’s starting goal is domination.
It’s not that male – to male (or male – to female conversation) can’t end in consensus, but it’s not intended to at the start, and thus consensus will be reached only if they are equall in force(not necesarilly phisical, as many male- female conversation may end up in consensus)

I was at the bar and making my way to the loo. As I passed a blonde (what is it with me and blondes anyway ? Oh well) I gave her a quick smile. And then as I walked on, I heard the scraping of a chair on a floor and then :

“That was the fakest smile anybody ever gave me !”

I turned around. It was the blonde.

So I stared at her, and did the only thing I could do :

I went up to her, and pulled her in for one helluva big hug.

“Ahhhhhhh, I love this man !!!!” she shouted from my chest.

Later she came over to my chair and tried to chat to me.

Ben, that drunk bastard, was having none of it. Throwing interjections, and competing for my attention. He wanted to talk to me about himself.

It fizzled out.

It’s the story of my life. My worst cockblocks are other men, who can’t see the dynamic, and then make a quiet exit.

You know, a lot of inflation is hidden in your future wife’s bunghole, via the feminist movement.

Before the central bankers debased women during secretive tapings of butthext, $50,000 could get one a loyal wife, mother to one’s children, devoted soulmate, and lifelong partner.

Today, even $200,000 will only get you a debased, buttcocked, desouled spinster trained in college to transfer assets from her future husband to ben bebenrkekei so as to convert his worthless fiat debt into physical property and wealth.

Via the promotion of feminism and buttehxt, trillions of dollars of inflation were hidden in those bernankified buttholezlzzo churchians sitting next you in the pews. That is why even though there has been massive inflation, milk has only doubled over the past couple years, instead of augment by a factor of 10. That is because 90% of monetary inflation is in her bunglzozhzlzozol, deposited there during sertiece sectrive tapings bof buttehxt by tucker machs rhemeys with gdldman sax zlozzlzzzozolzlzoz

Then bring a hot date. Why? Either she’ll bring a date, or she won’t. If she does, ignore her and devote your attention to your date. If she doesn’t, your date will act like catnip to her pussy. And if she confronts you, laugh and say, “Wow, I didn’t know you cared.”.

Along the subject line of this post: Have you every noticed that girls have a propensity to refer to men they find attractive by their full names? It happens all the time. If they’re talking about a guy they admire and tingle for, his name will be John Dawson. If you’re having the same conversation about a some beta schlub she doesn’t yearn for, he’s just John.

If a girl every refers to you by your full name “Oh John Dawson, that’s hilarious” etc. You know you’re in the tingles category and not the schlub.

yesterday doing laundry I dropped chick off went to another appointment
came back other chick running place not bad looking
said I looked like somebody she knew before was I bla bla and yea actually used full name
i’m like no
but yea I guess another chick pickup line maybe with green light
sitting with my chick she asked about my chicks tat and is that me
my chick yea that’s my gregi greg
my chick later said yea she was checking if I was available
but she ain’t scared of no chick getting her man
grr
prob made her tingle some though

Man, that is pretty loose. “Hey you”. I couldn’t do it. Not with a straight face. I’d feel like a whore. It’s too blatantly come hither. I mean, I will gladly post my bare nekkid self all over the internet for strangers to see. But “hey you”. To put that kind of thing in writing and mean it, nah, I couldn’t do it.

“Hey you” isn’t loose. That’s why women do it. Even if we’re doing it on a subconscious level–e.g., not admitting to ourselves that we’re attracted/interested–deep down we know we can get away with it if the advance falters or it turns out the guy’s taken or whatever. It’s totally deniable. “What? I’m just being friendly. I say stuff like that to my girlfriends all the time!”

Any personalized statement from a pretty girl is taken as DTF by a certain kind of hard-up fellow. (You! She called me “you”!) Plenty of impersonal gestures too.

CL > pittsburgh > personals > missed connections

Last Thursday. TGI Fridays. Your name was Amanda. I was the one who ordered three appetizers. There was a sparkle in your eye when you asked, “Would that be all?” That will not be all, my love. You are my all. You grazed my thumb whilst handing me the check, and I knew that could never be all. Until I take you down the Monongahela on a ferry ride of your dreams.

That 18.5% tip is just the beginning of your life of luxury… I would have paid out 20% (22%?) if it hadn’t already been figured into the check… Come away with me, my waitress, I will crown you a princess…

As I admitted up above, upon reflection, I have indeed used “Hey you!” in the context of a vague attraction. I wasn’t consciously aware I was doing it at the time, but…there you go. Apparently even manjaws do have hamsters (although the question of whether the hamsters have manjaws themselves is, I’m afraid, one for the ages).

So, given my extremely limited dataset of 1, the blog post does appear to have merit–to the extent that I’ve resolved to stop doing it. It wouldn’t do to signal attraction to someone who’s not available/not interested/not appropriate and is simultaneously aware of that little tell.

That said, you’re right that there is a certain type that will mistake genuine friendliness and/or simple professional courtesy as a green light. That can be quite uncomfortable, depending on how far said fellow takes things. (The much-hated-around-here term for that level of discomfort is “creepy.”)

Don’t relinquish the right to use “creepy.” That’s a girl’s everyday carry piece, the tucked-away deadly-force option. The term is “much hated around here” because it is so devastating and because it requires a man’s A-game to parry/overcome. I think Roosh had a blog post on it comparing it to The N[igger] Word. You’re doing everybody a favor by telling them to go back to square one.

OMG, I didn’t comprehend the significance of calling a guy creepy until it was too late. I mean, I understand it is an insult but to a lot of guys, this is like the ultimate dagger.

Once I called a guy creepy, not sarcastically. I did it only because he was clearly alpha. I mean this was one dashing and charming guy. I figured him for a player. When I said it, you could just see that it really stung him. I mean, he hid it as much as he could but I could see the burn. He used to ask me out every few months for years, but after that, he stopped talking to me. I kind of suspect that he’ll never return.

“I mean, I understand it is an insult but to a lot of guys, this is like the ultimate dagger.”

I use it to get rid of guys and generally sabotage my competition if I need to. “Why is your friend talking to that creepy guy?” and “That creepy guy made you give him your number? eww…well hey, maybe he’s not so bad lol you should txt him that you want to bone him.” Creepy is ridiculously powerful. A girl can’t fuck a guy that her friends or other people think is creepy, he’s automatically too low value…even if she WANTED to fuck him before someone dropped the creepy-bomb.

“Once I called a guy creepy, not sarcastically. I did it only because he was clearly alpha. I mean this was one dashing and charming guy.”

Shit-test (aka congruency test to see how confident he really is).

“When I said it, you could just see that it really stung him. I mean, he hid it as much as he could but I could see the burn.”

Shit-test failed. Sub-communications gave off that he wasn’t congruent to his invincible-confidence vibe.

Once I called a guy creepy, not sarcastically. I did it only because he was clearly alpha. I mean this was one dashing and charming guy. I figured him for a player. When I said it, you could just see that it really stung him. I mean, he hid it as much as he could but I could see the burn. He used to ask me out every few months for years, but after that, he stopped talking to me. I kind of suspect that he’ll never return.

He won’t. Unless he completely forgets who you are and hooks up with you by accident. 😀 (Yes, it happened to me once. One girl who said I gave her the “heebie jeebies” became my girlfriend for a couple of months a few years later after I had totally forgotten who she was.)

Yes, “creepy” is taken as “I can see the beta and omega rays emitting from his Tim Burton-esque carcass”. So absolutely don’t use the word unless he’s an actual creep, or you’re trying to hurt him on purpose.

“As I admitted up above, upon reflection, I have indeed used “Hey you!” in the context of a vague attraction. I wasn’t consciously aware I was doing it at the time, but…there you go.”

shhh, don’t tell Matt that. You’ll shatter his illusions that he actually understands women and that guys who get laid are actually “hard up LARPers” who don’t get laid because he hasn’t seen a pussy that wasn’t on his computer screen in years.

It’s okay Matt, you’re right, you’re right, we’re all losers who don’t know anything about women or their signals. Please, educate us on how to be men!!!11

Ya really, Your inner world is probably more developed than matt king’s.you may be more rational or better at self reflection. I dont know. But I must say, and I say it grudgingly, matt seems like a sexy guy as far as commenting in a manosphere blog can get you sexiness. The purity of his ego is primitive seeming on one end but ultimately sexy in effect.

In other words, I think matt k is a douchebag but I kinda want him. That obtuse flowery way he writes helps too. Sigh. Women.

Sweet, way to go Matt! An attention-whoring chick hanging out in a men’s forum with her tits&ass as a profile pic who’s fucking a guy who’s married. You sure get them high quality girls, I gotta start taking notes on King A game!! lol

in the bathroom I hear my chick talking to another chick in kitchen
I made the cornbread for greg i didn’t care for it but he liked it and that’s all that matters
that’s hot right frame of mind for your woman i think

Some choice quotes
I did not really think about Stuart at all, until Tony returned after work and asked where he was. He was fine, of course, but when they wheeled him back into the ward I did not experience that sudden leap of the heart that new mums are expected to feel. Instead I sat down with a cup of tea and thought bleakly, ‘What have I done?’ Back home, I resolved to breastfeed. I knew it would be best for Stuart and I think every mother should do it. But even during this intimate act, that elusive bond failed to form. Stuart fed voraciously, every two hours. He seemed almost permanently attached to me, but the proximity of this suckling infant did not make me feel maternal.

AND

I was acutely aware that a child would usurp my independence and drain my finances. I felt no excitement as my due date approached. I had no compulsion to fill the nursery with toys, nor did I read parenting manuals or swap tips with friends. I focused on enjoying the last months of my freedom.
Tony and I had a strong marriage – after 37 years, we still do – and I did not dread the effect of the baby on our relationship. Sure enough, we maintained an active and fulfilling sex life and made a date night each Friday when Tony’s parents babysat.

It depends where you live. More affluent university towns have a higher proportion of good looking women we also have the eastern European influx. There are fair few shambling land whales wallowing through our fair lands but then there are on your side of the pond, ive been to Houston.

Alternate translation, courtesy of a childfree-by-choice female: Some women are not meant for motherhood, are not fulfilled by it, and should never allow themselves to be pressured into it. Although, by her account, she never neglected nor abused her children, she has now publicly announced that she never wanted her kids and did not enjoy raising them. Imagine how that must make them feel (although, my guess is, they already had an inkling). Imagine what that article is doing to their relationships within and without the family.

Remember, according to society, *I’m* the bad person for having had myself sterilized as a nulliparous woman.

Hey, nothing wrong with not wanting to have children. It’s not the right choice for everybody. I have a friend who’s choosing that route. Good for you for making the right choice for yourself.

But did you read the story? Look at her photos? This woman is a well-adjusted sociopath; going through the motions, no deeper concern over whether her kids are alive or dead, zero emotion invested in any of it. It’s not a story about a normal woman who regretted a choice. It’s about a woman who is psychologically incapable of love. The latter should not be confused (or honored) as the former. Not being loved as a child, especially being unloved by your mother, can be terribly scarring.

You’re just defective. I agree that you shouldn’t be breeding, but you shouldn’t see it as just an equally valid life choice. The reality is that there is something wrong with you and other women like you. Women are biologically meant to be full of empathy, love of children, and other motherly traits.

However, I did dread the encroachment of this demanding little being on my own independence.

So, in May 1979, Stuart was born, blue in the face as the cord was wrapped round his neck. While other mothers would be frantic with worry, I remained calm when the doctor whisked him away. I sent Tony back to work and for the next four hours I waited without any apprehension.

That’s not a woman being a bitch. That’s a person with something broken in her head. Big difference between not wanting kids and not caring if those kids die.

I’m guessing she has some sociopathic traits. The self-emulation and lack of even a miniscule of care about her own damned children…just being detatched like that. Plus she writes that shit like it ain’t shit…

Read the comments they are telling. Given how things are much more liberal it makes it easier for women to say they don’t want kids.

Now on surface level it’s sounds like feminist dogma. However, there may in fact be biological and ecological factors at play. International wage arbitrage, heavily indebted western nations and resource scarcity make it much more difficult to raise children. People sense the economy is stagnant regardless of the 1984 style data fudging. It’s a scary time for population growth in a time of secular contraction. Voices such as hers will simply deter other women that are on the fence about babies while the hardcores will continue popping them out.

Completely OT and a few days old, but I thought this was hilarious. Active duty Navy O-3 thinks young military girls are capable of refusing sex for six months on submarine cruises, and that what she wants is more important than forcing the Nacy to spend millions it doesn’t have to give her private shower facilities.

that’d be good for extending the conversation a little too. the best situation is her going wanting to see you, and being unsure whether you’re wanting her or not.

i got a text the other day and in the midst of avoiding a question about how many girls i was seeing (in the old days it would be “no no no i’m not like that” to now:

her “i’m sure you’ve had some hotties in your day :)”
me “my day is now”
her “what did your last girl look like? i’m sure you have had some girls cleaning your pipes since you broke up with the girlfriend last year :)”
her “i could pretend i’m a hot little latina if you want :)”
etc etc

anyway you’re is good, you dismiss the premise that your life is wanting for anything at all

SIDE NOTE – POST SUGGESTION

i think it could be illustrative for people to share stories of how disastrously they’ve handled women in their beta past, and how truly obvious and widespread female hypergamy is even amongst betas (they choose not to see it or believe it). like here’s a real-life ball-destroyer.

A daytime co-worker, nighttime stripper, short half-asian with an ass– looked like a pokemon cartoon– went out with me a few times, Comes over for a movie. She falls asleep next to me, watching “The Ninth Gate”. I (yearning and clueless and oh how it pains to even type it) carry her to a _separate_ bedroom and go to bed alone. Zero sleep.

Dates then get less frequent, I boldly enter the friend zone forever. Of course, I am a great listener to the stories of pregnancy scares and drama and parties, but in a curious moment down the road we talk about that night again and she asks (verbatim) “Why didn’t you just hop on?” They are not subtle, they are not ‘the mysterious sex’, that’s all just an excuse for why you didn’t close the deal.

Bear in mind she was asleep. Feminist types would have been disgusted had I pursued sex with her that night, and I thought everyone felt that way. But not only did she want me to push through, she lost all respect for me as a man for not doing it.

Was a waste to try to recapture that moment, I eventually realized, so I settled for having sex with the hottest looking chick at one of her Halloween parties after I’d woken up to life. And unless everyone was born alpha, I’d bet we’d have some true beauties of stories.

A tall older chick at work would sometimes greet me with a “hey you”. I thought it odd and mentioned it to my girlfriend who thought it was kind of flirty, much to my surprise as there was not much attraction on my end, with her being taller and pushing 40.
It happened 12 years ago so it’s not a new thing.